Alpha, Your Omega Is Done Waiting For You Chapter 1

For seven years straight, Alpha Callum stood me up at our betrothal ceremony during the Moonlight Festival.

The pack mocked me as a delusional she-wolf.

“Since when did an Omega think she stood a chance with an Alpha? She must be delusional.”

But it wasn't some fantasy I'd invented. Callum was the one who had promised me, time and again, that he would propose to me in a grand ceremony.

At the eighth Moonlight Festival, Callum stood me up once again, leaving me alone beneath the Moon Goddess Tree.

Meanwhile, he took his childhood sweetheart Isabella, the Beta’s daughter and the pack’s Saintess, to see the aurora.

Later, he sent me an apologetic message.

“Isabella was upset. I only went with her to take her mind off things. Don’t read too much into it.”

“The elders still won’t allow me to take an Omega as my Luna, but they’re close to giving in. Give me one more year, and I promise I’ll make you my Luna.”

At the ninth Moonlight Festival, he finally approached me in formal black attire.

Right in front of him, I set fire to the dress I had worn for him eight times—and to the diagnosis of terminal Wolf-Soul Decay Syndrome hidden inside it.

“Callum, there won’t be a ninth chance.”

Because in a few days, I would be dead.

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Callum stared at the dress as the flames consumed it.

Without a thought for his own safety, he tore off his black cloak and beat out the fire.

Then, with his eyes bloodshot, he seized my wrist in front of the entire pack and dragged me behind the Moon Goddess Tree.

“What the heck is this supposed to mean, Charlotte? Is this some kind of game to you?”

The elder presiding over the festival hurriedly ordered the crowd to disperse.

I looked at Callum in silence.

He stood so close that I could smell Isabella’s white-rose perfume lingering on him.

Suddenly, I remembered the rogue attack in the border woods nine years ago.

Callum had shifted into a black wolf and thrown himself between me and the rogue, tearing out its throat before it could kill me.

What neither of us knew was that the rogue’s claws had been coated in silver poison. Callum saved my life that night, but the poison had already seeped into my wolf soul.

He had not yet inherited the Alpha title then. Covered in blood, he had held out his hand and asked my name.

We fell in love at that moment.

Later, he took my hand and made me a solemn promise.

“When I become Alpha, I’ll propose to you in front of the entire pack at the Moonlight Festival.”

But once he finally became Alpha, he told me the elders couldn’t accept an Omega as their Luna.

He asked me to wait one more year. That was all the time he needed to persuade them, he said.

Yet year after year, I stood beneath the Moon Goddess Tree in the dress he had chosen for me, and year after year, some new excuse kept him away.

Sometimes rogues appeared along the border. Sometimes the elders called an emergency council meeting.

More often than not, Isabella happened to have a problem that only Callum could solve.

The first time, I understood that an Alpha carried responsibilities he could not ignore.

The second time, he rejected an arranged match in front of me, so I agreed to give him more time.

After that, he brought me a fresh promise every year and assured me that the council was finally beginning to relent.

Then last year, he abandoned me to face the pack’s ridicule alone just so he could take Isabella north to see the aurora.

That was when I finally understood. Everything I had spent years longing for was simply handed to Isabella without her ever having to ask.

A bitter smile touched my lips.

“There won’t be another betrothal ceremony, Callum. I’m tired. Whatever we had is over.”

He stared at me for two full seconds, disbelief written across his face.

Then, as if he had figured me out, he let out a derisive laugh.

“So this is revenge because I didn’t show up last year? You burned the dress to punish me?”

“I already told you I was going through with the ceremony tonight, and now you’ve humiliated me in front of the whole pack. Did you ever stop to think about how that would make me feel?”

I couldn’t understand him.

I was the one he had stood up beneath the Moon Goddess Tree year after year.

So why was he the one demanding sympathy now?

In the past, I would have patiently explained that I had never tried to pressure him or asked him to give up his pack for me.

I had only ever wanted him to take responsibility for the promises he made.

But now, as he stood there self-righteously demanding my understanding, I found him almost laughable. I had no intention of yielding to him again.

“You stood me up eight times. Now you’ve been humiliated once and you already can’t take it, my beloved Alpha?”

“As for you and me, we’re done.”

Callum visibly faltered. He searched my face in stunned confusion, as though he could not understand why the woman who had always accommodated him had suddenly grown a spine.

He held my gaze for several seconds before finally backing down, his voice softening.

“Stop this, Charlotte. We’ve been together for nine years. Do you really think you can just walk away?”

“I mean it this time. I’ll go through with our betrothal, and I’ll give you the Marking Ceremony you deserve.”

I said nothing.

I removed the moonstone necklace he had once made for me and tossed it into the dying fire right in front of him.

Then I turned and walked away.

Gamma hesitated before speaking. “Alpha, what if she’s serious this time?”

Callum watched me leave, utterly certain of himself.

“Give her three days. She’ll come back crying and beg me to marry her.”

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